Too many people have asked me
The same question,
So many times:
“What do you want to do when you grow up?”
I always respond:
“I don’t know”

But this,
This is what I do know.

When I write,
I feel free.
I love the feeling
Of simply
Writing.
I can write
Anything,
Everything,
So little,
So much.
I can write
What cannot be spoken,
What cannot be imagined.
Its like a rudder,
It leads me to different worlds,
Worlds where I find
Peace,
Comfort,
Understanding.
Where I find myself.
Where
My pains,
My problems,
My evils,
It all goes away.
When my pencil
Kisses my paper,
It feels like magic.
Writing...
I don’t know its gender
But
She is my friend.
He is my friend.

I don’t know much,
But this is what I do know;

I want to keep writing.
Until words cannot be written,
Until words cannot be spoken,
Until words cannot be sang,
Until words cannot be pronounced,
Until words cannot be spelled.



I will always keep writing.